She told me her name was Cymbeline

I met her at the corner of Church and Queen

She was selling lies and other painted things

I hardly even noticed when she touched my ring

She sold me a camera for a song

A silver instamatic made in Bonn

Careful with my heart it's not very strong

She wrote that on the border when I was gone

She said that she's going home

And she won't be long

Half a mile from Texas

She looked at me and said

Everybody wants you when you're dead

I can drive for hours when I'm wrong

She said it like a preacher before the throng

Careful with your life--it's not very long

We struggle for a moment and then we're gone

I think I'll take her bishop with my queen

The glass is nearly empty and she's asleep

Somewhere in my mind I think I see her weep

Perhaps I'll check the silver before I leave